Fatma Ballaswud

Haunted Soul

This night seems to be longer than years
The deathly silence laid upon my dark room
As I laid on the bed of grief with the stillness of a stone
Sinking slowly without taking a breath
Helplessly, I opened the door of my heart
For all the sorrows surrounded me to infiltrate in
Veiling it's walls and every corner of life
Consuming the lovely memories
The hope burnt into heaps of ash of despair

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